A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 47

Over a thousand guests were present at the wedding venue.

A sea of dark heads filled the champagne-colored satin-wrapped chairs.

Laughter and cheerful chatter filled the air.

The music, the MC's booming voice over the microphone—the noise made people's eardrums buzz.

Sitting below the stage to chat privately was incredibly safe.

Beatrice quietly asked Iris, "Nelly means to switch doctors?"

Switching doctors meant firing Winifred, not needing her anymore.

Iris glanced left and right. Seeing Holden chatting with Kian and the others, paying no attention to her and her mother whispering, she boldly shared her plan.

"I'm going to arrange for Dr. Adams to meet Nelly. Dr. Adams has a lover named Shelly Hale. She's a hardcore fan of mine, also a holistic doctor, and Winifred's coworker."

Beatrice: "Push Dr. Hale forward to replace Winifred?"

"Exactly."

This was perfect.

Not leaving Winifred a single moment to catch her breath.

Following Holden ruining her job and cutting off her livelihood, they would also destroy the part-time job at the Sutton family she relied on to survive.

Winifred wouldn't be able to stay in Kingsbridge after this.

At this moment, Winifred had no idea her ex-husband had teamed up with his lover to destroy her, and that a "dead end" lay ahead.

The sunset was beautiful, and the wedding ceremony was in full swing.

She remained utterly focused, staying right by Nelly's side, constantly monitoring the old lady's condition.

It wasn't until the ceremony ended and the banquet began that she bent down to push the wheelchair.

Her eyes accidentally met Nelly's, and a flash of awkwardness settled between them.

She saw "alienation" in the old lady's eyes.

It meant she had formed an opinion against her.

Having lived a life that could be called vagrant since childhood—from being abandoned, to being adopted by Chester, to ending up in the Lockwood family, always living under someone else's roof—she had learned to read people, to be cautious, sensitive, and gentle.

The change in Nelly's attitude sent ripples through her heart.

She handed the wheelchair over to the nanny.

Yvonne Sutton was young and open-minded, opting for a Western-style buffet reception.

It was Jordyn Morgan, Seth and Annelise's kindergarten classmate.

Jordyn had pulled Annelise's hair yesterday, and Annelise had called her crying.

Winifred only found out the rest of the story after celebrating the kids' birthdays last night. Celeste had told her: Seth woke up from his nap, couldn't find his sister, and got up to look for her. He found Annelise in the teacher's office, her tears still wet.

Seth clenched his little fists, charged up to Jordyn's cot, and punched her right in the face.

Of course, it was a 2-year-old toddler's punch—as soft as cotton.

It didn't hurt Jordyn at all.

But Seth had scared Jordyn into crying.

While Winifred was still feeling upset, she saw Iris and Holden pushing their way into the circle of adults.

Holden scooped Jordyn up, letting her sit comfortably in the crook of his iron-strong arm.

Nelly had ordered the nanny to bring the child over, and Holden's group walked straight toward them.

Watching them approach, Winifred trembled. Iris had given birth to Holden's child? Holden had a daughter, and he spoiled her so much? Jordyn was raised to be tanned and chubby, with boyish features, a very sturdy little thing.

It made her feel deeply hurt. Her Annelise didn't have a father. Both were Holden's daughters, yet Annelise didn't get an ounce of fatherly love and was even bullied.